Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Friday Fictioneers – Sashay to Trouble

The moon filtered through the starless clouded sky.

She could see tiny white lights shining on the patio. By midnight, they’d be drunk.
It was the perfect night to go.

Silk stockings stretched over her shapely legs and thighs. A black leather skirt accented her curvaceous hips. The spiky heels, she’d picked up at a yard sale, completed her outfit. She felt as fiery as a hot chili pepper.

A car pulled up beside her.

“Looking for some fun?”

“No …” “I’m near my destination.”

“Think so?”

“I’ve got other plans for you, cupcake.”

Tearfully, “I’m grounded. Right Mom?”

  2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo prompt: Dale Rogerson

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December 30, 2012


Icy rain poured on the cops.

The grim chaos didn’t surprise them. It was a safe haven for the regulars. A place they could shoot up.

“Overhere, Carl”.

“What da we have?” asked the coroner.

“DOA, female, white, blond, maybe 20, looks like an overdose.”

“Damn, these young people. They think they’re invincible.”

Gagging, Sarge nodded his head.

“Yeah, looks like heroin. She’s got teeth; that’ll help. Get her down to the morgue, ASAP.”

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“Frank, she’s back here.”

“Seeing her, he screamed, Myrna.”

“God no, he wailed. Man, that’s my sister.”

“She’s been missing. She’s no junkie. She was kidnapped.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count: 100 words
Genre: Flash Fiction
Photo Prompt: j.Hardy Carroll

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Friday Fictioneers – Hell or Opportunity


Stoic, Carmen sat in the back of the taxicab.

She scrutinized farms and gated mansions they passed.

Her parents told her she was going to the small town where her mother was raised.

But, this was her senior year.

How could they?

Why?

No answers.

Irrational gibberish about going back to her roots; her roots not mine.

“You’ll attend the Benedictine Catholic Academy: Nuestra Señora de la Valvanera.”

“Your great aunt will care for you.”

Carmen wept uncontrollable. The trauma was tearing her apart.

“How dare you question this opportunity,” her mother sneered.

“But, why?”

“Because, we know what’s best.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Hardy Carroll

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Friday Fictioneers – Bubba’s Gone Too Far

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“Maw,” Becky Sue whined, tears streaming down her face.

“Child, look what you’ve done,” Momma said pointing to the floor.
“Ya’ll dragged muddy dirt in. I’m near ‘bout to lose my mind with all the work that’s gotta be done ‘round here.”

“But, Maw, come see. Bubba’s done a real bad thing,” Becky Sue bawled.
“Please Maw, please come see.”

“Fine! I suppose it’s gotta be important.”

“Look,” Becky Sue pointed.

“Lordy that child’s done gone too far this time. Drinkin’, smokin’ and breakin’ your favorite dolly.”
“Go find me a switch, Becky Sue. Someone ‘round here needs some learnin’.”

2017©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo:©Liz Young

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Friday Fictioneers – Forever All Alone

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Darkness covers me, like a blanket
Shadows, surround my thoughts
My arms wrap tightly round me
Deserted, no ones home
You keep me isolated
My only friend, just you
Smiles ne’er intrude our space
With you, I’m safe and whole
The thorns of my emotions
Keep rising from deep inside
Always in your shadows
Always in your arms
I cannot see the rose
Only thorns of pain
Madness all around me
Keeps me huddled tight
Tomorrow, won’t be different
It will always be the same
Fear keeps me shaking
My spirits tattered, worn
Darkness gives me comfort
Forever, all alone
2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Poetry
Word Count: 100

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Trapped

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Before dawn, Paw fed the horses, pigs and chickens.

It had snowed all night. It was going to be a rough day for setting traps.

Fresh eggs and ham were ready when I got up.

“A good breakfast will get you through the day,” Maw said.

We took the North end of the farm. Maw took the South end with Bubba.

Beaver skins helped make us money in winter.

No sign of Maw when we got home. Paw and I went out to find her.

She was slumped in the snow.

Bubba cried out, “Paw, Help”!

“Maw caught her foot”.

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


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In Need of Humor? – Thanksgiving Groaners

 

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He got the stuffing knocked out of him.

Why did they let the turkey join the band?
Because he had the drumsticks

What do you get when you cross a turkey with an octopus?
More than enough drumsticks for Thanksgiving

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What did the mother turkey say to her disobedient children?
“If your father could see you now, he’d turn over in his gravy.”

What sound does a space turkey make?
Hubble, Hubble, Hubble.

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Why did the turkey cross the road?
It was the chicken’s day off.

What do you get when you cross a turkey with a banjo?
A turkey that can pluck itself.

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Why did the police arrest the turkey?
They suspected it of fowl play

What holiday do they celebrate in prison?
Shanksgiving.

What did the turkey say to the computer?
Google, google, google.

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Who is not hungry at Thanksgiving?
The turkey because he’s already stuffed.

What do you get if you divide the circumference of a pumpkin by its diameter?
Pumpkin pi.

What do you call a stuffed animal?
You after Thanksgiving.

~~~~~

If I was a turkey, I’d be doing everything I could to taste terrible right now.

Hope these gave you a chuckle
in between your hectic preparations for Thanksgiving.

Blessings to all …

Isadora  

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Friday Fictioneers – A New Penny Candy Store

friday-fictioneers-11416-jean-l-hays“Mama, why we leavin’?”

“There’s no water, son. The crops are dead. There’s barely any wood for the coming winter.”

“What about Paw?” I’m gonna miss talkin’ to um.”

“He’ll be with ya, son, in your heart.”

“Will we find another fillin’ station with penny candy and biscuits for Rusty?”

“I suppose we can find one like Ol’ Man Billies.”

“Now, grab Rusty and get in the car.”

“We’re going down Route 66, Rusty. Gonna find a new penny candy store and biscuits.”

“I’m gonna miss sitting under the oak with ya Paw”.

“I’ll come see ya soon. I promise.”

2016©Isadora De La Vega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words

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*****Photo Prompt©Jean L. Hays


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Friday Fictioneers – He Rocked

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“Look, I’ve a magical wand,” Willie said.
“No, you don’t. It’s a piece of rope”.

He always found odd objects to store in those cubicles dad made for him.

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Mom rocked in her chair and stared; disconnected. It all started when she was told Willie was retarded.

She screamed, “No. You’re wrong.”

They weren’t.

He was.

She was angry. She took him out of school.

Blame.

He listened to music all day. Rocked his head, side to side, on his bed listening to his portable radio.

She told him he was special.

At 14, he raped her; unaware, she was his mother.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 102 words

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Nostalgia – Ride in the Family Chevrolet

The Weekly Photo Challenge this week is ‘Nostalgia‘.  Click on the title ‘Coca-Cola Nostalgia’ to see my choice.

This story came to mind when I first saw the challenge word.

I thought I’d add it here.

Enjoy …. 😎
Chevrolet Impala A side.web Do you see the back seat in this Chevy Impala?

Do you think this was my seat in the car?

No, it was not.

My older sister sat in that seat right behind my mother.

My younger sister sat in the middle.

My 2 year old brother sat on my mothers lap.

Yes, you read that correctly.

It was way, way before car seats for children were mandatory.

If there’d been an accident, his face would’ve been mashed potatoes. The dashboard on the old cars were as hard as a wall.

chevrolet-red-dashboard-webI was on the other side of the back seat right behind my father.

There was no air conditioning. The wide windows were rolled down the minute we got in the car.
For me, the Sunday after church outings were always ‘The ride from hell’.

My fathers was a chain smoker. He smoked the best ones from that era. You know ‘Camels’, the unfiltered cigarettes.

They were very short which meant he’d light another cigarette as soon he was finished inhaling the first one.

I had the pleasure of inhaling nicotine and carcinogen chemicals on every car ride.

As the wind blew into the car, along came the smoke and ashes right at me.

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The stench and ashes in my face were disgusting.

Have you ever tasted burnt ashes??
I did. It was repulsive.

I was always car sick.

There were many times he had to stop the car so I could vomit. It wasn’t pretty.

Everyone would mock me for my delicate system and for spoiling everyones enjoyment of their Sunday drive.

We lived in a Brownstone which meant no garage.

In the summer, the seats were always scorching hot. There wasn’t a summer day I didn’t burn my skinny legs on those seat.

Eventually, after a lot of complaining, my mother decided to take a towel and lay it on the seat for us just before we’d leave.

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When we’d arrive at our destination, whether a park, the beach or one of their friends homes,

I’d have to sit until the dizzy feeling would pass.

Seltzer was the beverage I had to drink to settle my stomach while the others drank cokes.

I think about the fact that I do have those Sunday drives as a memory.
But, I just wish it could have been more fun for me.

Incidentally, I’ve never smoked because of those experiences.
Something good did come out of those Sunday rides, after all.
2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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